GBP Chapter 271 Cold-blooded Cannon Fodder Doctor 11
Chapter 271 Cold-blooded Cannon Fodder Doctor 11
He remained as calm as ever, showing no stage fright regardless of how many people were around or what was about to happen.
Ni Qing felt a mix of emotions, but all of this was just a vision of a world from long ago; she couldn't stop it, she could only experience it.
Does Yue Jianchen know about the side effects of his blood?
While everyone was still immersed in great joy, the age-old problem that had remained unchanged for so many years had finally made a great leap forward.
The silver-haired boy seemed unaware of his impending predicament, his gaze lingering on Ni Qing.
The girl who had just made that desperate gamble is now surrounded by everyone, who are offering her comfort and concern.
"I feel fine."
"I am very fortunate to have participated in this experiment, thanks to Dr. Song."
Song Ling was still young after all, and he stood there enjoying the adoration from everyone, his smugness radiating from within.
He turned to Ni Qing, his voice excited: "See? This is success. I've figured it out."
His face, twisted with the obsessive morbidity of a scientist, distorted his otherwise decent appearance. He walked step by step through the crowd and came to her.
Perhaps having achieved his goal, he looked at Ni Qing with genuine tenderness in his eyes: "He will be my best masterpiece."
He thought the other person would look at him with envy and admiration.
However, the woman in white remained indifferent, seemingly unmoved by the outcome.
Song Ling was somewhat annoyed, but she held back: "What? Dr. Ni, are you unhappy?"
He instinctively raised his hand, wanting to grab the other person's shoulder.
Ni Qing stepped back without showing any emotion, her voice calm: "How could I not be happy? If it really has such miraculous effects, then it would truly be a blessing to the people."
The silver-haired boy beside him subtly withdrew his gaze.
Time was ticking away, and Song Ling licked her slightly dry lips, feigning modesty as she said, "Is there anyone else willing to give it a try? Because one person can't be sure it'll work 100% of the time; only through repeated trials can we draw conclusions..."
Even before the word "discussion" was fully uttered, a large number of staff members rushed forward, shouting, "Dr. Song, I do!!"
"I have elderly parents to support and young children to raise, and their livelihoods are not secure. Let me give it a try!"
The situation quickly spiraled out of control, and Song Ling secretly curled her lips into a smile.
Perhaps it was the noise of the crowd that made it easy to overlook something.
The girl, who had just finished the experiment, was standing quietly with a joyful expression on her face, but then she paused, and the smile on her lips became somewhat forced.
"Wait a minute... my stomach hurts a little." She opened her mouth, but found that her voice was too weak for anyone to hear.
She felt the pain one second, and her face turned pale the next. She squatted down shakily, trying to make herself feel better.
A look of terror appeared in his eyes.
No one noticed anything unusual about her.
She wanted to ask for help, but she couldn't speak anymore.
An indescribable pain swept through her entire body. She was covered in cold sweat, and her vision began to blur, turning faintly white.
In a daze, she seemed to hear someone call for a doctor. Just as she was about to look up to see if it was a hallucination, a pair of warm hands held her arms and tried to pull her up.
"What's wrong with her? Is there some side effect?"
Just moments ago, there was laughter and cheerful conversation; now, everyone is avoiding each other like the plague. People nearby immediately stepped back several meters, fearing they might be infected as well.
This also successfully brought the girl into Song Ling's sight.
His pupils dilated slightly, and he roared incredulously, "How is this possible? The experiment was clearly a success!"
Ni Qing, dressed in white, stood in the center of the crowd. She couldn't lift her up no matter how hard she tried. She had completely lost control of the other person's body. She was frowning and trying to lay her down first.
She suddenly convulsed and vomited deep red blood with a "whoosh." The glaring red spread across the pristine white lab coat, cruelly foreshadowing the experiment's failure.
"What's going on?" The newly raised hope was shattered again, and everyone was filled with despair, turning to look at Dr. Song.
Song Ling's eyes darkened, and her tone lost its composure as she burst into a tirade: "This is impossible! Was it you? Did you tamper with the experimental data? That report clearly states—"
Perhaps he was too emotional, and only when he saw Ni Qing's calm and composed gaze did he realize that he had said the wrong thing.
"Ah Ling, why didn't you say anything before taking my lab report? If you had just asked, I would have given it to you. Why did you take it secretly, and even a small part of it?" Ni Qing tilted her head, her clear eyes staring at him without blinking.
Startled by his own careless words, Song Ling regained his composure. Facing the incredulous looks from the crowd, he forced himself to remain calm and said with a hint of anger, "Ni Qing, what nonsense are you spouting?!"
"I'm making baseless accusations?" The woman smiled slowly, casually taking a USB drive from her coat pocket. "I have surveillance cameras in my lab, and I downloaded the footage to this USB drive... Perhaps we can watch it together?"
Everyone was speechless with astonishment at this unexpected turn of events.
What does this mean? Could it be that Song Ling stole this so-called experimental result from Ni Qing? Was it all just a misunderstanding?
"Ah Qing, it doesn't matter who announces the experimental results. We're all in the same boat. You knew I found this data sheet all along, so why didn't you stop me when lives were at stake?"
Ni Qing looked at him calmly. Men tend to become hypocritical when they're in a disadvantageous situation. He was furious just now, but now that he's been exposed, he's putting on an act again.
She remained calm and composed, glancing at the girl lying silently on the ground before lazily moving her feet.
He casually tossed the USB drive into the lab trash can and said nonchalantly, "Just kidding. There are no security cameras in the lab. If I tried to stop them, would anyone believe me?"
Upon hearing this, Song Ling's face darkened, and he almost blurted out a curse.
That despicable, shameless woman, how dare she play him!
As the moon sank deeper, a rare smile curved his lips.
"I believe no one wanted to see this situation. Success in an experiment cannot be achieved overnight; haste makes waste. Today, someone has died. I hope everyone can calm down and not make a fuss..."
The outside discussions will only grow louder, and if more things detrimental to the experiment emerge, it will be difficult to handle quickly.
According to her original plan, she only needed to subtly tease and pretend to unintentionally expose the data sheet; saying too much would reveal too much.
As Ni Qing finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent. But everyone was an adult, and they all understood the pros and cons.
The liquid that was once warm on her arm cooled down and became even stickier. She frowned; her image had already collapsed to this point, and she was too lazy to try to salvage it.
"I'm going to change my clothes and dispose of the body." The woman in white resumed her decisive demeanor. After saying that, she turned around and glanced at the silver-haired boy out of the corner of her eye. "Follow me."